Feng Yi glanced at the few people again before he raised his chin toward the assistant. After comprehending his gesture, the little assistant immediately placed the things on the table, then raised her hand to adjust the air conditioner to the most optimum temperature. After all, the north is extremely cold at this time.
Outside, it somehow started to snow.
Feng Yi glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. Unexpectedly, time had passed by so quickly and now New Year was approaching. Both Little Spades and Uncle Yin had been here for so long.
Since the competition had ended, it was time to find something for them to do. At the very least, they had to be used as an advertisement for Supreme Alliance, to entice newcomers into joining the club. After all, he was a businessman.
